Thursday, July 21, 2011

Finding You

  Though I have not understood

others' need for a clan

or the claim to "family"

by the blood of a man

I have watched the horizon

of the child still in me

who watches and waits

and hopes she will see

the brother remembered

on life's ocean shore

we were so very young

behind childhood's door

Laugh, if you will

and claim me a fool

for a heart still tender

after hard-knock school

But Jesus was there

as we played in the dirt

and He is with us still

He is salve for the hurt

He is hope for the wounds

so deep through years

and His Loving hand

will dry our tears

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